After trudging through the sand for what must have been hours, the sheer speed of the Sandworm's movement sank into Auren's mind like a stone in water.
The distance they struggled to cover on foot, the cursed creature had sliced through effortlessly—diving into the dunes and flowing through them as if swimming through liquid. What had taken them hours to walk, the beast had likely crossed in mere minutes.
The site of the clash stood out like a wound in the desert. Colossal patterns scarred the scattered dunes, the sand bearing witness to the brief violent confrontation between Asenya and the Sandworm. Though the grains couldn't be crushed, the marks of the assault remained etched across the landscape.
The three of them stood apart on the roughened sand until Jasper's lively voice broke the silence.
"So..." he trailed off, leaving the question hanging in the air.
Auren replied.
"We go to Sundered Spire. I'm sure she'll find her way around."
